Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

“ Little, Big Star “

by Donald Falconer

Little, Big Star in dreams of night
on whom do you shine your awful light?
Bigger, Bolder, Higher, deeper
than the thoughts of Plato. Steeper
than Everest and more profound
than the spiting volcano sound.
You know no hand can touch your face,
no naked eye, denounce your grace.
But spite, I’ve seen jealous clouds peel
and strip away your beauty in mists of steel,
and the earth’s waters suck away
your gift like butterflies in May.
Yet, on you shine lone, silver star.
Nothing can quench the immortal.

Added: 15.04.2010

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